I’ve been feeling mixed up lately.

This morning I left home on time, yet once I was outside I got the strange feeling I’d left part of me in bed. When I came back in the evening, I found that the part of me which had stayed behind had blocked the door. Through the window I could see him running through the house. Everything had been turned upside down. Letters from the computer were stuffed in the fridge, my goldfish was swimming amongst the house plants and my dirty laundry was hanging outside to dry. He himself quickly slipped away into a painting.

Now I’m hiding under the covers, but I know he’s watching me.

Het Houten Huis produces visually poetic musical theatre for both young and old – productions which are conceived to be performed in theatres or site-specific locations. By bringing together humour, pain and beauty, we create absurd worlds full of struggle and hope.
There are hardly any spoken words in our plays because the story is told through physical performance, imagery and music. Music is the ‘breath’ of the piece and works in symbiosis with the acting.